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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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Rosalynn, Karina, and Brewster were taken aback and turned their attention to the center of the court.

There, they witnessed the two teams aggressively shoving and yelling at each other.

Was this turning into a fight?

Rosalynn’s heart raced as she scanned for Kyson.

She spotted him involved in a scuffle with another boy.

The opponent was towering at 6.6 feet with a muscular build.

He had grabbed Kyson by the collar and was about to throw a punch.

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Kyson retaliated with a forceful kick, causing the man to release him in agony.

This aggravated his assailant even further.

The man exerted incredible strength, swiftly overpowering Kyson and forcefully pinning his hands

behind his back, ultimately bringing him to the ground.

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Next, he pressed down firmly with one of his legs on Kyson’s back while his other hand rose high,

attempting to strike him.

Rosalynn’s expression hardened. She grabbed a nearby basketball and hurled it with precision.

The basketball swiftly and precisely struck the man’s shoulder.

The man yelled out and tumbled to the floor.

Rosalynn dashed over, helping Kyson to his feet.

“Kyson, are you hurt?”

“I’m okay.” Kyson vigorously shook his head and glared at the man with fury in his eyes.

The man rose from the ground and massaged his shoulder, wincing in pain from the basketball impact.

He cast furious glances back and forth between Rosalynn and the rest and demanded, “Who threw that

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basketball at me just now?”

Rosalynn responded coolly, “I did it.”

“It was you? Are you looking for trouble?” The man assessed her from head to toe, bellowing in anger.

Kyson stepped protectively in front of Rosalynn, confronting him, “Dilan Wagner, what’s your problem?”

Dilan glared back and mocked, “Kyson, are you even a man? Did you require a girl’s help?

Unbelievable! This was supposed to be a one-on-one fight!”

Kyson was in the prime of his youth and couldn’t tolerate being taunted naturally.

He balled his hands into fists, declaring, “I’m not scared of you!”